Sadie followed her first punch with a second, landing a solid blow to her opponent’s flared nostrils. Blood gushed, winding down to Brandi’s mouth. Fantastic. Even better than she’d expected. Not even two seconds in and she’d taken the lead. She hadn’t used her speed yet—and wouldn’t—unless she had to. The ignorant thundercunt from hell didn’t know who she was messing with. When it came to women—regardless of species—some things remained the same. Even if Diskant could manage to get most of the werewolves in the pack to listen, these bitches would cause a stink. A constant stream of doubt and negativity could very well turn the tables. Fuck it all if she let that happen. She hadn’t expected the pack to surround them but they did. The wolves were so close they forced the women closer together. There was nowhere to run and little room to maneuver. She tuned everyone out, watching I’m-too-stupid-to-live Brandi shake off the lovetaps to her nose. Sadie’s instincts kicked in, a prickle of awareness sharpening her vision and hearing.
